Letter-poems – Via Negativa

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Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys: "I listen to people say something of saving their souls, but prayers vex me. Change and good wine trouble my head of glass, my head of lead. Great is the land set upon by sea. Hope is not true."

[audio:https://www.vianegativa.us/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/over-the-hills.mp3] Dear Todd, I was taking the broom for a slow shuffle around the dining room when I heard the fluting of wild swans & rushed out, scanning the sky […]